Pretty women wonder where my secret lies, I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size, but when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, it’s in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me.
I walk into a room just as cool as you please, and to a man, the fellows stand or fall to their knees. Then they swarm around me, a hive of honey bees. I say, it’s the fire in my eyes, and the flash of my teeth, the swing in my waist, and the joy in my feet. I am a woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered what they see in me. They try so much, but they can’t touch my inner mystery. When I try to show them, they say they still can’t see. I say, it’s in the arch of my back, the sun of my smile, the ride of my breasts, the grace of my style. I’m a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman. That’s me.
Now you understand just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t jump or shout about or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud. I say, it’s in the click of my heels, the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my care. ‘Cause I’m a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman. That’s me.
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Thank you for sharing this Ann!
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Is this by Angelou, Ann? This is so amazing. Every young girl should read it and paste it to their mirror. 🥰